Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.